Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER IS NOT MINE. Boo.

It was months later, when Dumbledore died, that Tonks saw Remus face to face for the first time since he left. They had been fighting Death Eaters before they even knew Albus was dead and Remus had cursed Rowle right after he saw Rowle disarm Tonks.

Now they were all standing in the hospital wing, Fleur and Molly were hugging after fighting with one another.

"You see?" A voice said. Tonks realised a few seconds later, it was her that spoke. "She doesn't care." She looked at Remus.

"It's different. He's not a full werewolf. He won't have to go off and go undercover in a werewolf pack-"

"You don't have to do that either. You can say no." Tonks said.

"Nymphadora, I have a feeling what you're saying has nothing to do with my mission." Remus said.

"You'd be correct to say that. Remus, I love you. And you're being difficult." Tonks said.

"Because I am way too old for you." Remus said. "And I don't have a job, and I'm too dangero-"

"I know. 'Too old, too poor, too dangerous'. But you're not. You're not too old. It's not like you're 50 and I'm still 20. I'm almost 25, and you're in your 30s. About the poor thing, you think I really care? And too dangerous? Remus, I'm an Auror. I could kill you so easily if I ever needed to." Tonks said.

"That's reassuring." Remus said. "This isn't the place to talk about it."

"So let's go somewhere else." Tonks said.

"Nymphadora, we can't be together. The Ministry-"

"Does not matter." Tonks finished.

Remus stared at her. "Come with me. We need to talk this through." He said, taking her arm and leading her out of the hospital wing.